"I'm here, are you okay. What happened?" I can't even look at him without seeing the last vision I have of him in the church. His black tux, teary eyes, and broken heart as I handed him his ring. He doesn't respond to my question. I hear footsteps behind me and turn to see a cop.
"Mr. Anderson, we have a few questions. If you feel up to answering them, then we will get out of your hair."
I pull away from Dakota's grip on my wrist and sit in the chair next to his mom.
"We just need a statement from you about what happened." Dakota almost looks scared to answer him.
"I don't remember. I just remember hitting the bank." I can tell when he's lying, and he is definitely lying, but I just sit instead of calling his bluff.
"There weren't any witnesses, Mr. Anderson. Did you try to stop or slow down? There were no skid marks or anything." Then it all comes rushing to me and out of my body like a damn monster.
"You did this on purpose! You knew it would get me here!" My yelling prompts his mother to her feet in defense. The cop steps away from the bed.
"Blakley, it's not what you think." His attempt to play mind games with me right now makes me furious.
"You are unbelievable!! You realize that you could've died!?" I scream at him and start backing toward the door. The cop stands very defensively in the corner of the room, as does Dakota's mom, who looks just as furious as I am that her son would do something so stupid.
CHAPTER 19
JUDSON
I feel weird sitting out here in the hallway, but it's what Blakely needs, so here I am. I can't hear what's going on in there, but a cop walks by me, and I can't help but get curious. Blake looked scared to death of facing this guy. He's got some kind of twisted hold on her. I hear her voice, but it's not what I want to hear.
Is she yelling?
I know I should mind my own business, but here I am, standing at her heels. She turns to me but doesn't speak.
"Blakley, just wait. We need to talk." Dakota is speaking to her, but she isn't having it. His eyes meet mine, and I'm pretty sure if his legs weren't broken, he'd be toe to toe with me right now.
"No, Dakota, I have nothing left to say to you! This is insane, you are crazy!" I am not sure what is going on, but there's one thing I know for sure, I am here for Blake. Dakota's mom suddenly doesn't look so defensive and goes back to her seat. Blakley turns to leave the room, but his voice stops her dead in her tracks.
"Where the fuck is my baby Blakley?" She doesn't move or speak; she just looks at her feet. What the fuck? Blake has a baby? Her empty green eyes find mine, and she turns to Dakota.
"There is no baby Dakota." His face turns white. His mom walks over to him and places her hand on his shoulder. Blakley doesn't move. The tears streaming down her face tell a story without her having to say much at all.
"Where is she?" His eyes narrow toward her. If looks could kill, I'm sure she'd be dead. Who does this guy think he is? Blakley doesn't say anything. Is she afraid of him?
"That's enough," I say to him as I grab Blake by the hand.
"Do you want to go?" I whisper to her.
"Who the hell are you?" He questions, and me being the asshole that I am, can't stop the words before they escape.
"Apparently, it's none of your business anymore." This guy is a complete douche, and my defensive instincts just come out uncontrollably when it comes to her.
"Did you get an abortion?" He is practically screaming at her at this point, and I'm just not having it. She breaks my hold and is almost running toward his hospital bed. The slap she plants on his cheek could be heard in the lobby, I'm pretty sure.
She leans into his face, "You don't know anything about me. You never did."
She walks out of the room and basically collapses into my arms. Dakota's mom follows her into the hallway.
"Don't you think you owe him an explanation?" She turns to her, and I'm feeling like a referee in a boxing ring, holding her from doing something she might regret.
"I don't think I owe him anything, Miranda." She lifts her hand in dismissal and makes her way to the waiting room. She jerks her backpack up out of the seat and makes her way to the exit.
"Blake, what is it? Where are you going? How's Dakota?" Her friend Cami is trying to grab her arm. Blake looks at her, then back to me.
"Dakota is fine. He's more than fine. Go ask him." She turns and is basically five steps ahead of me before I move. She walks out of the main doors of the hospital and plops down on the curb.